Saturday, January 10, 2009

Wild breakfast

 Saturday morning. We're sitting in bed drinking coffee, enjoying the first sunlight on Provo Peak. Something floats down outside the window. Then a feather rocks gently down the same path. A puff of down follows. More feathers, singly and in bursts.

A fat and happy kestrel.

1 comment:

Will said...

Yikes! So geht es.